vrijdag 26 juli 2013

Walker was
leaving the ER. His head bandaged, walking on a crutch. Death Dog had hurt
him pretty badly but nothing that would last because of Godling intervening.
Man, I owe that guy, he was thinking. I've got to go to the cops and
ask for Quentin Alexander like Godling asked me to. If it's a friend of
him he can count on me. Then he bumped into a muscular figure at the
front door of the hospital. Death Dog! He'd tracked him down via his scent.
Dog growled, "Now I'm going to finish off what I started."
Walker reacted immediately, slugging Death Dog between the legs with his
crutch. The villain whimpered like a puppy you'd just stepped on. Walker
followed it up by hitting him in the face with the crutch. Apparently that
was not one of his weaker spots, because he answered that one by hitting
Walker back. The black hero went down. Dog grabbed him by the throat
and lifted him up, throwing him against a parked taxi, shattering its
windows. Death Dog smiled a feral smile. "I'm going to rip your throat out!"
He coiled his leg muscles to jump. Frantically Walker tried to think up
a way to defeat his enemy without the benefit of his potion. He grabbed for
something to help him defend himself. He ended up with a piece of glass from
the taxi window. Death Dog jumped. Walker caught him in the eye with the
shard of glass. Dog's earlier whimper was now a howl. He covered his eyes
with his hands and went on his knees, full of pain. Walker told the taxi
driver to drive like hell.

* Detective Darlene King, Officer Janson
and Wade Hudson were in the police cafeteria, at the coffee machine.
"That Alexander guy seems like such a nice guy. Can't believe he's
guilty," Janson said. "You can never tell. Isn't it always the
quiet neighbors who turn out to be the madmen?" King offered. "You know the
guy a little, don't you Wade? What's your opinion?" "Alexander
is a wuss. But also a lonely wuss. I kind even remember him being with a
woman as long as I know him. In fact, I think he's got a thing for my girl,
Monica. Who knows what those hormones could do when suppressed too long,"
Wade said and sipped some coffee. Then a redheaded officer came in.
Walker was walking beside him. The officer said, "Detective King, Quentin
Alexander's lawyer just arrived." "Nice to meet you," Walker
said and shook King's hand. "Well, well... That's a change for you,
Walker," Wade said. "Don't you normally help the underdog?" "Who
says professor Alexander isn't?" Walker asked. "Well you sure look
like one. What happened to you? Get hit by a bus?" Wade asked Walker.
The lawyer smiled. "Actually it was a taxi. Now take me to Alexander."
* Death Dog had just bandaged his bad eye. He stood in front of a mirror
in his place. It was an empty warehouse somewhere, filled with dogs.
"You're going to pay for this, Safari," he told himself. "This time
you're going down." "We're here," a voice said. Dog
turned around. Four armed gangbangers had just come in. The banger who'd
spoken up said, "You really want this guy dead, huh?" "Yes, I want
him dead. Torn apart!" Death Dog growled.

* Walker was sitting
across Quentin in the interrogation room of the New Troy PD. "Is
Godling a good friend of yours?" Walker asked. "He seemed very intent on
getting you a good lawyer." "You could say we're almost like blood,"
Quentin said. "Must be nice to have a friend like him. He seems like
someone you can count on." "Most of the time."
"Good, sorry to ask this but I'd like to know, are you innocent?"
"Absolutely. Does that matter?" "To most lawyers probably not. But I
like to be able to look at myself in the mirror in the morning. But I guess
you've got to be innocent if Godling vouches for you. All right, first thing
we've got to do is get you free on bail. Maybe Godling could vouch for you
in court? That should do the trick after he saved New Troy from that
alien space ship." "That could be a problem. I believe he's
currently... occupied elsewhere," Quentin said. "Anyone else you
can think of that could do well with the judge?" "I can think of one
person. I just hope he's willing to." * "I'm not vouching for him," Wade
said. They were having diner in a fancy restaurant. "Come on," Monica
said. "You have to. He asked you to, how can you turn him down?"
"What if he's not innocent? That could cost me my good name." Monica
frowned. "It could cost you more if you don't. My respect." Wade
slammed the table with the palm of his hand. "What are you talking about?
What is it with you and that geek anyway? I can understand him salivating
for you, but why do you keep sticking up for him. Anything I should know
about?" "Don't be a jerk, Wade. You know you're the only one for me.
Quentin is just a good friend." "Be that as it may... How can
you be so sure about his innocence? At first I thought the guy's usually so
mellow he has to be innocent. But then I started to think. Nobody's that
mellow. Maybe he's been keeping it bottled up for too long. He's been
without a woman for so long maybe he just couldn't control himself
anymore..." Monica put her face in her hands. She'd been having the
same thoughts and felt incredibly guilty because of that. Could she really
blame Wade for having those same thought?

* The courtroom was
filled pretty well. Monica and Wade were there, even Officer Janson, which
made Quentin feel a little better. He'd taken on some pretty dangerous
situations since he started his Godling-gig but this was different. He felt
like he wasn't in any way in control. That bothered him a lot. The assistant
DA, Linda Cooper was a good-looking blonde in a pantsuit. Her steely gray
eyes were hidden behind big, round glasses that seemed to be worn to counter
the hot blonde looks, make the judge take her seriously. Quentin took her
seriously pretty fast. "This man abused his power as a professor
by coming on to a student. A student he had power over, knowing fully well
he could be the person holding her back from a college degree. This woman
showed courage and backbone however, denying him her body," Cooper said an
pointed at Amanda. Amande looked down, blushing. "Objection,
your honor," Walker piped up. My client is still just suspected of those
misdeeds. Miss Cooper makes it sound like he's already been convicted."
"Sustained," the judge said. "Please pay attention to your phrasing,
Miss Cooper." "I was just trying to make clear how earnest the
accusations are." The judge frowned. "Nobody doubts how earnest the
accusations are." "All right. I will pay attention, your honor. I
want to make clear that I think the defendant should not be free on bail."
"What? That's ridiculous!" Walker said. "Professor Alexander has no
record of any kind and is known as a very respectable man. There is no
flight risk involved in any way." Cooper produced a photograph
from a folder. She showed it to Quentin. "Do you know this man, professor?"
Quentin took a look and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I do. That's my brother
Jake." "And where is your brother right now?"
Quentin felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed. He had a bad feeling about
where this was going. "He is currently incarcerated in a New York
Correctional Facility." Cooper looked triumphant when she said,
"Yes, your brother is a convicted criminal isn't he? Seems violent behavior
runs in the family, doesn't it? Your honor, with a family like that do you
still think he should be let out on bail?" Walker stood.
"Objection, your honor! Ob..." Then the back wall of the courtroom
exploded, revealing Death Dog and his four armed thugs. "Yeah, objection,"
he said. He sniffed. He'd managed to follow Safari's scent over to the
courtroom. Now where was he? Everyone in the courtroom panicked.
Security went for their guns but shot down by the thugs. Quentin started to
run, Walker as well. They needed the confusion to turn into their superhero
alter ego's. Wade and Darlene King ran to the shot security men. Monica
screamed loudly as did Amanda Reese. "Safari! I want Safari!"
Death Dog yelled. "I want Safari or I'll kill off every last one of you!" To
make sure they got his threat he grabbed a jury member by the neck and shook
him like a rag doll until he wasn't moving anymore. Walker ran
out the door, the thugs firing their guns at him but without hitting him.
Quentin was behind the judge's bench. The judge was trying to run out the
door as well, but a thug grabbed him, telling him to stay there. Using the
cover of the bench Quentin changed into Godling and rose from it.
"This was a very bad idea," he told Death Dog. Walker walked in
the courtroom again, dressed as Safari. "A very very bad one."
"We'll see about that," Death Dog said and charged. Safari dropped on his
back, catching Dog on his feet and kicking him back, righ into Godling's
fist. KA-RUNCH! "Seems like we make a pretty good team," Godling
told Safari. "Yeah, good to see you here again," Safari said and
gave Dog a roundhouse kick in the face. "You take care of the thugs, I'll
take care of this psycho." "Got it," Godling said and walked
into the thugs' range of fire. Channeling the invulnerability of Achilles he
had no trouble catching their bullets on his broad chest. When he was close
enough he snatched a thug's machine gun right out of his hands and smacked
him on the head with it. Wade and King had managed to grab hold
of the security's handguns and warned the thugs to drop their weapons. The
thugs now turned towards them. Before they managed to fire any rounds
however, Godling picked up the thug he'd just knocked down and used him as a
club, channeling Hercules' strength to knock them out as well.
Standing over their unconscious bodies he smiled. "Guns dropped."
Meanwhile, Safari didn't seem to be faring that good. Death Dog had his
hands around his throat, his anger giving him incredible strength. Safari
tried to get loose, punching him in the gut, the liver, the chest but the
supervillain just wouldn't let go. Safari however, then used the strength of
a rhino to head-butt his enemy. CRACK! Death Dog saw stars and went down.
Immediately King and Wade cuffed the villain, keeping their guns aimed at
him. "Seems like we solved this particular disturbance," Godling
said. "I propose court is adjourned however," the judge decided.
"My job's done here," Safari said and jumped out of the window.
Godling used his Hermes speed to leave the room and come back so fast no
one saw him return. During his return he changed back to Quentin Alexander,
appearing from behind the bench. "Are we safe?" Wade sighed. "God,
what a wuss, what a wuss... Judge, maybe you COULD trust this guy to be
released on bail."

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I am a dutch writer, writing often in english. My special interests are crime movies and novels, rock music (I am a rock reporter for a dutch site) and comic books.
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